It's strange how the mind can weave intricate fantasies.. Creating worlds and feelings that feel so "real"... We all do it, don't we? Only to watch it shatter in a single, brutal blink of an eye.. Sometimes I feel like, we do this for that quick dopamine and urge our brains crave... But don't we also crave the soul-crushing end too...? It's terrifying how we can create everything we imagine and can destroy in an instant, leaving us with nothing but memories.... Creators and destroyers... All with our bare hands.. Noone exists...
An1, 2024